All Chapters of The Broken Luna, Reborn : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Ayla's povTo have Kallum struggle to breath beneath my grip was satisfactory. I thought of everything he had done to both me and Killian and the urge to kill him grew. I watched life seep from him slowly but thankfully, Killian was safe even after everything I had done to Kallum. I recalled as my heart stopped for more than a second after realizing what Kallum meant, the thought of Killian dying alongside Kallum the second I applied the right amount of pressure that would kill Kallum.He was smart, bonding Killian to him like being twins wasn't enough. I knocked him unconscious before moving to look for Killian and when I found him with Ivy, I knew we had so little time in our hands. Ivy had Kallum locked in a spell cage and Killian, carried to his chambers in the bloodstone pack house.The same room I had waited on him that night.Ivy had also bewitched the guards to keep the pack subjects out of the pack house while she sat on the flooring, knees bent outward and hands outstre

Ayla's povThe corridor blurred past me as I raced from the dungeons and to the room Killian was kept in. A million thoughts filled my head and gruesome images of what Kallum could have done if he got there first I pushed the door immediately, not bothering to knock. “Ivy…”She stood there, at the center, with books scattered across the table and sigils half drawn in the air. I could tell her expression had been tight with concentration before I stormed in. "Did you find who you were looking for?” She asked, her brows slightly knitted together. I glanced at Killain's direction and a wave of relief washed through me. He was seated upright staring at me like I was a lunatic. "What happened?” I took in air and breathed it out. " He's gone.” Ivy's brow arched like she could already guess what I mean but didn't want to bring herself to believe it. "Who is gone?” She asked as silence followed. “Kallum," I said, “he escaped, one of the guards came to tell me" Ivy's hands droppe

Third person's pov The sky had begun to darken, Killian was no match for the Darkforce who had sapped energy from Ayla. The Darkforce sent an unseen force again that sent him crashing against a fallen trunk and a sharp cry ripping from his throat. It hovered above him as he groaned in pain. Killian coughed, trying to push himself up with one elbow. “Such defiance, from something so fragile…” he moved and wrapped a hand around his neck, squeezing until he couldn't breath, until he was at the verge of passing out. “Vorath!!" The voice cut through the air and the Darkforce stilled. It slowly turned to Ivy who was standing at the edge of the clearing, with hair silver and eyes glowing white. Her body was marked with ancient glowing sigils and spells with her hands slightly held up.Magic curled around her fingers like it was a living thing, making her more ethereal to look at. "I've been waiting for you.” She said calmly. The Darkforce shifted with interest. "Finally a moon v

6 SIX YEARS LATER BLOOD MOON PACK Ayla's pov Soft morning light slipped through the tall windows and stretched across the room and onto the bed we laid on. I stirred beneath it and for a moment, I didn't open my eyes, I simply breathed, letting the warmth settle against my skin, letting the stillness exist without interruption. I could never get tired of this. Of peace. Everytime it hit, it was still a strange thing, something I hadn't fully learned how to trust yet. But thoughts like this lasted only for a millisecond. Beside me, Killian shifted, a vivid proof that peace could last. He wasn't awake fully but just enough to feel me, I felt his arms tighten around my waist, pulling me closer as though even in sleep, he refused to let distance exist between us. I loved it. Smiling faintly, my eyes opened slowly and I turned slightly in his arms, studying his face and sharp lines that had softened by sleep. Or so I thought. His eyes blinked slowly, f

SEATTLE.Third person's pov Clara sat behind her marble desk. She had most of the things in the office refurnished, why? She was tired of staring at an item that belonged to Ayla and ended up in tears right in her office and when someone stepped in, she'd struggle to wipe those tears off. A picture frame of both of them on her table was vaguely enough.Luxurious Lara's was now officially the largest fashion company in the whole of the United States of America and literally everyone working with them were more foreign than native. And most times when she closed business deals, she thought of how photogenic Ayla was and how she would be the perfect figure to take business pictures like this. Clara took a deep breath, brushing away the strands of hair from her face. But there was no Elara. There was no El. There was only Ayla and Ayla didn't belong here, she belonged back home.Her phone rang for the second time today. She knew Ivy would be so pissed about her spending her time